Lyric Mr. Bill Collector
Krayzie/Wish:
Them callin me Mr. Bill Collector, needin me money, know he s up tonight.
Layzie/Bizzy:
See niggas can t stand us, so they label us scandalous.
Krayzie/Wish:
And if them runnin off with me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price.
Layzie/Bizzy:
Meet a muthafuckin po-po; gotta hit em with the fo -fo
Krayzie:
Don t be fuckin with my money. Nigga, no. See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill em all. Pump slugs. When blood hit
the wall, watch em fall, now, dog, who ya gonna call? Puttin niggas in the coffin where they probably better off, and
Leatherface is not a punk, bitch, so a nigga just can t fuck me. Nigga better have me cash, or I kill his whole family when the
twelve gauge pump blast. Now, test me. Never ever let a nigga ride. When he think he fin to slide, pump him in the spine.
Get him for the money. Nigga tried to play me and dash, and that s why me thugs should put slugs in that ass. (...?...) And me
never want to see no, oh jealous muthafucka tried to keep a nigga s ends low. If he scared to smoke a primo, gotta go with my
fiends and my click is a no no. Gotta make that money, man. Gimme all my change. It s a murder thang, now. Even in the
dummy game, niggas comin up slain for collectin they claim. Now, Leatherface, me pick up me gauge, leather mask, and,
nigga, me blast, so ya better respect us, when you see the bill collector rippin , killin niggas for that mad money thang.
Layzie:
Niggas steady payin them dues, runnin with trues, nothin to lose, everything to prove. Little thug from the C-Town, never
caught sleepin , always on the come up creepin , runnin this shit, now, puttin that Bone down. Gotta let a nigga know for the
love of cheese, movin thangs in the nine-five, rollin with Ruthless, thuggin with my niggas from the Clair, and we smokin them
green leaves. Fuck with me, now. Oh, nigga, don t test Rest, Strate, Leatherface in the place on a mission. Don t be messin
with my bankroll. Niggas wanna gank on Bone, so I stack them prank hoes, and I m bettin on me takin no more losses, put
em in a coffin, and they life is better off, and these niggas--they don t know me--they can t know me. Thought you had a
homie, but ya fuckin with the muthafuckin Bone, see. Nigga, gotta get me mine on the nine-nine. In the nine-five, bodies
droppin . When you hear my pistol select ya dome, respect that true house or underground shit, Mr. Bill Collector--Bone.
Krayzie/Wish:
Them callin me Mr. Bill Collector, needin me money, know he s up tonight.
Layzie/Bizzy:
See niggas can t stand us, so they label us scandalous.
Krayzie/Wish:
And if them runnin off with me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price.
Layzie/Bizzy:
Meet a muthafuckin po-po; gotta hit em with the fo -fo
Wish:
Nigga, take it off. Thank you. Please don t make me stack ya. Time to pay the bill, write your checks up all night, catch a slug
or chill, bill collectors, better respect them Mo Thug sellin drugs, pumpin slugs all up in that rectum, check em. Click-click,
fall to the ground. When the glock pop, nigga s chest pump blood, and takin too long, better drop it on down, or ya catchin
two to the head. Shoulda gave em up, bitch, to the Mo Thug lunatic quick to pop, now, you re dead. Gotta pull that nine on
the niggas everytime, sellin rocks on the nine-nine. Gotta put him on the pave. If ya want to die, put em in the grave, better
give me all them dimes.
Krayzie:
I didn t want to take his life, but the nigga tried to run and get away with me llello.
Layzie:
I see me, the murderer.
Bizzy:
Sawed-off pumpin , dumpin steadily. All the way to the other side we ride. Sherm, when I hit that chrome and now, niggas is
bout to die. Thugsta theivin off in Cleveland, and I couldn t sell out my city. Murder now to come up, move, Bone ll be
bringin that city, with me, pin me. Nigga, this the team, by the way, don t fuck with brains. Put in my mind all off on my
murder. Murder y all all, and I flees the scene clean, and I m out to fade em. Hey, and I m out for money, gauged em, better
pray to save em, but it won t any good, now. Bang, bang. Caution to loss in me brain, get em up off the cane. Bang. Kill a
nigga. Bang. Peel a trigger. Bang. Comin up out to wet em, man. Off with the blood, put em in the mud with a slug, thug
gotta get paid. Reachin on back as we bail to pick up me shells. I slip in the buck, and the gauge spray. Sawed-off on the
block, cocked, ready to pop ya, now, cause broke gets played, this dope get paid, and nigga, come drop it down. [Laughs.]
Krayzie/Wish:
Them callin me Mr. Bill Collector, needin me money, know he s up tonight.
Layzie/Bizzy:
See niggas can t stand us, so they label us scandalous.
Krayzie/Wish:
And if them runnin off with me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price.
Layzie/Bizzy:
Meet a muthafuckin po-po; gotta hit em with the fo -fo
Bill Collector:
Your rent s due, muthafucka!
Them callin me Mr. Bill Collector, needin me money, know he s up tonight.
Layzie/Bizzy:
See niggas can t stand us, so they label us scandalous.
Krayzie/Wish:
And if them runnin off with me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price.
Layzie/Bizzy:
Meet a muthafuckin po-po; gotta hit em with the fo -fo
Krayzie:
Don t be fuckin with my money. Nigga, no. See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill em all. Pump slugs. When blood hit
the wall, watch em fall, now, dog, who ya gonna call? Puttin niggas in the coffin where they probably better off, and
Leatherface is not a punk, bitch, so a nigga just can t fuck me. Nigga better have me cash, or I kill his whole family when the
twelve gauge pump blast. Now, test me. Never ever let a nigga ride. When he think he fin to slide, pump him in the spine.
Get him for the money. Nigga tried to play me and dash, and that s why me thugs should put slugs in that ass. (...?...) And me
never want to see no, oh jealous muthafucka tried to keep a nigga s ends low. If he scared to smoke a primo, gotta go with my
fiends and my click is a no no. Gotta make that money, man. Gimme all my change. It s a murder thang, now. Even in the
dummy game, niggas comin up slain for collectin they claim. Now, Leatherface, me pick up me gauge, leather mask, and,
nigga, me blast, so ya better respect us, when you see the bill collector rippin , killin niggas for that mad money thang.
Layzie:
Niggas steady payin them dues, runnin with trues, nothin to lose, everything to prove. Little thug from the C-Town, never
caught sleepin , always on the come up creepin , runnin this shit, now, puttin that Bone down. Gotta let a nigga know for the
love of cheese, movin thangs in the nine-five, rollin with Ruthless, thuggin with my niggas from the Clair, and we smokin them
green leaves. Fuck with me, now. Oh, nigga, don t test Rest, Strate, Leatherface in the place on a mission. Don t be messin
with my bankroll. Niggas wanna gank on Bone, so I stack them prank hoes, and I m bettin on me takin no more losses, put
em in a coffin, and they life is better off, and these niggas--they don t know me--they can t know me. Thought you had a
homie, but ya fuckin with the muthafuckin Bone, see. Nigga, gotta get me mine on the nine-nine. In the nine-five, bodies
droppin . When you hear my pistol select ya dome, respect that true house or underground shit, Mr. Bill Collector--Bone.
Krayzie/Wish:
Them callin me Mr. Bill Collector, needin me money, know he s up tonight.
Layzie/Bizzy:
See niggas can t stand us, so they label us scandalous.
Krayzie/Wish:
And if them runnin off with me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price.
Layzie/Bizzy:
Meet a muthafuckin po-po; gotta hit em with the fo -fo
Wish:
Nigga, take it off. Thank you. Please don t make me stack ya. Time to pay the bill, write your checks up all night, catch a slug
or chill, bill collectors, better respect them Mo Thug sellin drugs, pumpin slugs all up in that rectum, check em. Click-click,
fall to the ground. When the glock pop, nigga s chest pump blood, and takin too long, better drop it on down, or ya catchin
two to the head. Shoulda gave em up, bitch, to the Mo Thug lunatic quick to pop, now, you re dead. Gotta pull that nine on
the niggas everytime, sellin rocks on the nine-nine. Gotta put him on the pave. If ya want to die, put em in the grave, better
give me all them dimes.
Krayzie:
I didn t want to take his life, but the nigga tried to run and get away with me llello.
Layzie:
I see me, the murderer.
Bizzy:
Sawed-off pumpin , dumpin steadily. All the way to the other side we ride. Sherm, when I hit that chrome and now, niggas is
bout to die. Thugsta theivin off in Cleveland, and I couldn t sell out my city. Murder now to come up, move, Bone ll be
bringin that city, with me, pin me. Nigga, this the team, by the way, don t fuck with brains. Put in my mind all off on my
murder. Murder y all all, and I flees the scene clean, and I m out to fade em. Hey, and I m out for money, gauged em, better
pray to save em, but it won t any good, now. Bang, bang. Caution to loss in me brain, get em up off the cane. Bang. Kill a
nigga. Bang. Peel a trigger. Bang. Comin up out to wet em, man. Off with the blood, put em in the mud with a slug, thug
gotta get paid. Reachin on back as we bail to pick up me shells. I slip in the buck, and the gauge spray. Sawed-off on the
block, cocked, ready to pop ya, now, cause broke gets played, this dope get paid, and nigga, come drop it down. [Laughs.]
Krayzie/Wish:
Them callin me Mr. Bill Collector, needin me money, know he s up tonight.
Layzie/Bizzy:
See niggas can t stand us, so they label us scandalous.
Krayzie/Wish:
And if them runnin off with me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price.
Layzie/Bizzy:
Meet a muthafuckin po-po; gotta hit em with the fo -fo
Bill Collector:
Your rent s due, muthafucka!
